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Poem Details
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| Title: | cerebral molestation |
| Author: | AJ Ferguson |
| Date Submitted: | 1/31/2012 |
| Poem: |
Today I think I''ll find a cave in which to hide. And when I find that formation, I''m going to blow it up so I''m all red and exposed. Because that''s what people want; translucent viscerals, sir. Cerebral molestation has taken place today. And tomorrow. And yesterday. I''ll keep scratching my lung for a desirable sample. You just sit there and look pretty; it suits you, that suit. Soup of soul, soul of soup. Soup for the soul, chickenshit. Manic. That''s the word from the world of words. Alphabet set caught in your net. Buttefly pie canvas shy. Me? No, you. Ok? Leaf shiek shriek on the canvas peak. Paint in the mind, yes I''ll crawl inside, be it oil or pigment of Earth, I will follow without a question of why. You don''t have to struggle, it won''t hurt. You won''t even know it''s there until you cut your fingers on these eyes. I''m only made of yarn, you know. Did you expect more? Twine perhaps? I can get you six feet of twine by nine, if you''ve got the time.... |